CHARLES BRONSON

Debate Team Bake Sale Lyrics

Draw the sword we've all seen beforeThe bandwagon cuts deep and drainsout all the fun that Ifuckin' ever had in me

With quick tongues, the blood runs fastbut I hope in two weeks your beliefs still lastcuz it's fucking politics, not the musicthat you dumbasses all romanticizeSo who fucking cares if I make a foolout of myself in your eyes

I just can't find the right words to screamthat cookies and cake will never fuckin' set a prisoner free